“I used to encourage everyone I knew to make art; I don’t do that so much anymore.”
—Banksy, from Exit Through the Gift Shop
I can’t be sure, and I know I’ve been wrong about many things in my life, but I’m pretty f’ing certain that this David Newman and Donna De Lory written tune is quite possibly the worst “yoga song” I have ever heard in my entire life. That is, I used to think that, until I listened to the whole thing many many many times over. Now I’m wondering if it’s the best yoga song ever. Seriously. What the hell is happening to me?
Let’s be honest here. Just looking at that music studio full of spiritual heads gives me a minor panic attack. I mean, do you know how difficult it can be to have just regular old musicians get together, let alone musicians who act spiritual on their downtime? I can’t even begin to imagine the passive aggressive conscious ego-speak that must have been tossed around in that room.Then again, what do I know? I wasn’t there.
What I do know is that seeing this video reminds me of the nightmare that is going to see Krishna Das perform and having to watch all the exceptionally aware fans of “KD” get all aggressive with their reserved seats while trying to fumble with the best way of saying, “Uh, I saved this zabutan for my cosmic soul-partner, asshole. Move over.” [As an aside, if you ever want to convince yourself that the world is an awful angry place, just go see Krishna Das and get there early enough to sit in the front while everyone is filing in jostling for a good seat. Then, just sit back and watch the magic that is spiritual people trying to be “compassionate” in an uncomfortable and cramped place].
Anyway, what can I say about this video? Well, first, at times it’s very uncomfortable to watch.
Second, the sitar player isn’t even in the mix once it all gets going.
Third, the smiling makes me uncomfortable ’cause I don’t believe it.
Fourth, there are too many dad-like people “groove dancing.”
Fifth, I wonder if Shyamdas felt just the slightest bit more spiritual than the others.
Sixth, when you twirl around like a faux-dervish while a recording is in session you will inevitably make so much noise that the take will be a loss. So those scenes are probably staged.
Seventh, why is Govindas there?
Eighth, if that’s the Kirtaniyas on the harmonium and mridanga (it is), I’m sorry, but you were cut from the final mix until the end.
Tenth, I’ve actually lost count of how many times someone sings and either A. touches their “heart,” or B. closes their eyes and “goes inward.”
Also, the guy above (Joey Lugassy) who now looks like this…
Used to look like this…
Eleventh, I have night terrors that look like this.
Twelfth, and I need to be straight up here, if you actually listen to this song all the way through a few times, it becomes harder and harder to dislike it. In fact, you start to feel kinda really good about it.
I’m guessing this is one of those “mirror” experiences. You know those ones when your feelings about a particular thing say more about you than the thing itself.
Leave me alone.
Thanks to Thaddeus and Frances for the pass-along.